relentlessly, the secret agent, his
computer skills honed on blaster games,
his sensitive skin attune with corpuscles
and centimeters, this man, yes, he took
over, searching through cache after cache,
looking through electronic symbols, those
erased seven magical times but still
pulsating somewhere, he was sure.
evidence, each citizen a suspect, each
finger click on keyboard suspect, yes,
each suspicious encounter
might tip off disaster, so
he was thorough,
seeking combinations, errors, faulty
decoding, willing to give
witness to computer crimes,
those crimes, he knew, could be traced.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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